I know that my blogging is supposed to be my happy time...my happy reflections on my girls. (Which is so very, very easy to do if I do say so myself!) My heart is so full with the love that I have for my baby girls. I have found however that ever since I've become a mother, anything - a movie, a news story, or even just another mom and child I see in the grocery store - anything that is about the mistreatment or accident of an infant or small child just breaks my heart into a million pieces. I have always had a soft spot for children - of course! Who doesn't? But ever since becoming a mother, I literally cannot hear some of the stories or watch some of the movies that are about children/infants being mistreated, injured or worse. I literally can't stomach it.
So, tonight I sit here with yet another broken heart for another story. Two stories, actually. First, my husband has a friend who gave birth a few days ago to a baby girl and had to be intubated. However, it took over an hour to intubate the baby. They're also not certain how long she may have not been breathing while she was still inside the womb. As you can imagine, the baby is thought to be brain dead now and a decision is to be made tomorrow as to the next steps. I simply cannot imagine being in that place. I brushed up against that place as one of my sweet, tiny, preemie daughter's had to intubated at birth. Thankfully, I was at an incredible hospital with a Neonatal Intensive Care Unit just down the hall with top notch neonatal staff that were already in the room with me at birth and immediately intubated my daughter within minutes, if not seconds. A few hours or less later, she was off the breathing tube, no problem. Thank God.
The second story is about a 3 year old who was killed in a tragic boating accident over the weekend near my hometown in northeast Tennessee. This was not a careless accident by thoughtless parents, it was a child who got excited when he saw his grandparents out in their boat and in his quick excitement, fell over the back of the boat into a moving propeller. Yet another too-close-for-comfort moment as we have a boat of our own and plan to raise our girls at the lake in the summers just like I was growing up. We will continue to do so as life cannot stop due to random accidents, but stories like this definitely make you stop and really re-think how we do the things we do in this life, and what if anything we can do better to prevent accidents from happening. Again, cannot even begin to try to imagine, and cannot fathom the emotions of this mother. It just makes me long for the day when Christ returns to put an end to the senseless tragic pain.
My heart breaks, I mean breaks, for these two mothers. As a mother now, I can fully comprehend the love they have for their babies, and cannot begin to comprehend the equally dark, dark place they must be in at this time. All I can do, as a fellow mother, is pray. Pray for these two women and pray for a peace that cannot come from human efforts, but instead can only come from the Healer above. There are no words, no actions, nothing on this earth that can take their pain away. Only our loving Savior above can.
As I said in the beginning, my blogging is my happy - or sometimes venting - place about my precious babies...but it is also blogging thoughts from the heart of a mother. And tonight, blogging was the only outlet I could think of to express my sorrow for these two terrible stories. My prayers are with the families, and while one family is dealing with the aftershock of death, I pray for a miracle in the second who is holding on to all chances of hope that somehow, that baby will be ok. In the meantime, I praise God for two healthy, happy, beautiful and peacefully sleeping baby girls that God has gifted to my care, and I thank Him for the blessing they are to me and my husband each and every day.
